I write because silence overflows

April 23, 2020

Empty

There is tragedy
in staring out through windows
waiting for something, anything—to happen

the delivery man shows up
more parcels
post lands
more bills
cat returns home
meows for food
nurse turns up
more pills
bird flies by
shits down the glass
newspaper arrives
more lies
hearse arrives
bad news

—I need to get some air
Now
there is tragedy
in staring into strange windows
that stare back at me—empty.